Good food in general
Parties
Friend time
Various mind-altering substances
Tea and coffee
Poetry
Aquarium keeping

I bet the mind altering substances and the poetry dont go together.

you: Girl, ima gonna read you a poem.
girl: ahh, thats so sweet, go ahead
you: roses are red...uhhhhhhh...violets are blue........pigeon fart. now lets MAKE SEX
girl: oh my god what is wrong with you. get off of me.*loud slap*
Me: dude, she falcon slapped you on your face.
Shnit: yo, maybe if we slap his other jeek. this cheek will feel better.
ME: you brilliant bastard, lets try it*really loud punch*
Shnit: you knocked him out idiot.
ME: I forgot to open my hand, my bad. last time i do drugs.
Shnit:'O'
me:'O'
Shnit: you thinkin what im thinkin dude.
ME: *v* *pulls out marker*

You'd be surprised. They do wonders for some of my more obscure and difficult ideas. Drugs aren't all bad unless you're stupid to begin with and overindulge.

Also, rhymes =/= poetry. I never sacrifice meaning for the sake of mere rhythm if possible. Cliches and meaningless rhymes are crimes against poetry.

I now give Jdaimond the honorary title of Morbidhanson's Bitch! Congratulations!

Good food in general
Parties
Friend time
Various mind-altering substances
Tea and coffee
Poetry
Aquarium keeping

I bet the mind altering substances and the poetry dont go together.

you: Girl, ima gonna read you a poem.
girl: ahh, thats so sweet, go ahead
you: roses are red...uhhhhhhh...violets are blue........pigeon fart. now lets MAKE SEX
girl: oh my god what is wrong with you. get off of me.*loud slap*
Me: dude, she falcon slapped you on your face.
Shnit: yo, maybe if we slap his other jeek. this cheek will feel better.
ME: you brilliant bastard, lets try it*really loud punch*
Shnit: you knocked him out idiot.
ME: I forgot to open my hand, my bad. last time i do drugs.
Shnit:'O'
me:'O'
Shnit: you thinkin what im thinkin dude.
ME: *v* *pulls out marker*

You'd be surprised. They do wonders for some of my more obscure and difficult ideas. Drugs aren't all bad unless you're stupid to begin with and overindulge.

Also, rhymes =/= poetry. I never sacrifice meaning for the sake of mere rhythm if possible. Cliches and meaningless rhymes are crimes against poetry.

I now give Jdaimond the honorary title of Morbidhanson's Bitch! Congratulations!

Nah, dude, just defending my unpopular opinion with actual experiences rather than he-said-she-saids. And also paying homage to a form of literary art that seems to be dying and/or changing rather rapidly.

Good food in general
Parties
Friend time
Various mind-altering substances
Tea and coffee
Poetry
Aquarium keeping

I bet the mind altering substances and the poetry dont go together.

you: Girl, ima gonna read you a poem.
girl: ahh, thats so sweet, go ahead
you: roses are red...uhhhhhhh...violets are blue........pigeon fart. now lets MAKE SEX
girl: oh my god what is wrong with you. get off of me.*loud slap*
Me: dude, she falcon slapped you on your face.
Shnit: yo, maybe if we slap his other jeek. this cheek will feel better.
ME: you brilliant bastard, lets try it*really loud punch*
Shnit: you knocked him out idiot.
ME: I forgot to open my hand, my bad. last time i do drugs.
Shnit:'O'
me:'O'
Shnit: you thinkin what im thinkin dude.
ME: *v* *pulls out marker*

You'd be surprised. They do wonders for some of my more obscure and difficult ideas. Drugs aren't all bad unless you're stupid to begin with and overindulge.

Also, rhymes =/= poetry. I never sacrifice meaning for the sake of mere rhythm if possible. Cliches and meaningless rhymes are crimes against poetry.

My mind is like a dumb monkey, It will just claw and yell at your smart words.
Wit is the only smart i have.